¿ACCEPT? ¿REJECT?
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
LANCE POV
For fuk sake what the hell is going on?
I have again found myself ready to have some fun, I find myself in debilitating pain.
Romanoff came in earlier wondering what was going on, I had to tell him that I have had bad reactions to something, probably food, but I’m not sure.
“Go to the infirmary Lance, the doc down there will have a look at you and what foods your having issues with. Let’s get to the bottom of this. I don’t need you squealing like a little b***h’ Romanoff said as he made his way through room, past all of us for the most part like we weren’t even there.
Shrugging off the couple of she-wolves that were wrapped around me, I walked out the room, making my way to the infirmary, let’s see if this doctor has anymore idea
